Chapter 25 - Asleep For Days Part II

Bulma Briefs stepped into the quiet security of her small home and threw her purse down with a heavy sigh. Dinner with Yamcha had been difficult…screw that…a nightmare! The evening had taken an emotional toll on the young heiress. A troubled night with her ex-boyfriend along with her severe state of sleep deprivation had her feeling drained and the only thing that could possibly cure her mood was a long soak in a bubble bath.

She looked only half-heartedly for Vegeta, secretly glad that he was nowhere to be seen. Bulma was in no mood for talking and even less in the mood for sex. (The Saiyan would most notably want the latter of the two…the man was insatiable!)

Besides, she needed time to sort out her previous conversation with Yamcha. He had hurled some pretty harsh criticism her way, after finding out there was no chance of reconciliation, and his words were still plaguing her heart.

A quick glance down the hall before entering the bathroom confirmed Vegeta's status in the Gravity Room. She smiled to herself, grateful for his predictability and knew she would have at least an hour of uninterrupted thinking and peace. She set about lighting assorted candles and poured her favorite scent into the scalding hot tub water. She turned on some classical music and shut the door before stripping off her clothes. Slipping into the water she sighed again, this time out of pure pleasure and closed her eyes to reflect upon the prior events of her dinner with Yamcha.

~~~~~~~~~~ Flashback~~~~~~~~~

Yamcha was just about to begin yet another baseball story as Bulma desperately fought her losing battle to keep her eyes open. She had never cared much for his baseball career and any tales from his All-Star adventures were sleep inducing. Not that she needed much prompting to doze off, her frequent sexual escapades with her Saiyan lover were getting the best of her; she had never been so mentally and physically exhausted in her life. A huge yawn swelled from inside and escaped from her mouth in dramatic fashion.

"I'm sorry if I am boring you, Babe," Yamcha sulked, injured by her indifference. He had been right in the middle of one of his best stories, his favorite, about the time he hit a grand slam home run. Most girls listened to this account with breathless anticipation. Bulma, he remembered, was not like most girls. She had always dismissed his fame as 'silly' and 'frivolous'. It was ONE of the many reasons they had broken up the countless times in the past, but he was determined not to let her lack-of-interest get to him tonight.

"Sorry Yamcha," she said apologetically. "You'll have to forgive me…I haven't been getting a whole lot of sleep lately," she said with a sheepish smile.

Yamcha leaned over the table to give her arm a reassuring pat, "You've been through a lot these past couple of days, I understand completely. And if you need someone to talk to…well…just know I'm here for you."

Yamcha had expected Bulma to be a devastated mess in the wake of Vegeta's dismissal. When she had called to invite him on a dinner-date, the Earthling fighter had automatically assumed the Saiyan Prince had tired of the complicated heiress, ending their brief and disastrous affair. He figured her fatigue a result of the break-up and he had to be patient with her emotional loss. With his gentle guidance she would soon realize that her idyllic romance with the Saiyan was never meant to be.

Vegeta and Bulma together, what a joke! It was little wonder the arrogant bastard had put up with her as long as he had; Yamcha himself had struggled with Bulma's mood swings and selfish nature for years. He figured Vegeta would dump her spoiled little ass sooner or later (after having his fun)…and given Bulma's lack of sexual technique it appeared the fun had not lasted very long after-all.

It was strange though, he expected Bulma to be heart-broken or angry in the wake of Vegeta's cruelty, but she appeared to be doing just fine. In fact, his ex-girlfriend looked radiant (if not thoroughly tired). He wondered how the last few days had played out at Capsule Corp…and more importantly, how he could utilize the previous events to his advantage.

He assumed Bulma was putting on a brave front, possibly to hide her bruised ego. No doubt the Saiyan bastard had done a number on her psyche. Now Yamcha had only to step into his role as a best-friend and former lover and pick up the pieces of her shattered heart.

Bulma smiled uneasily, not wanting to divert the conversation towards Vegeta. She knew damn well that Yamcha had very little love for the Saiyan Prince and the last thing she wanted to do was to get into an argument with her ex.

"I don't know Yamcha…it just wouldn't be right for me to talk to you about Vegeta. I know how you feel about him," she said frowning.

Yamcha shook his head and cupped her elegant hand with his own. "I'm one of your best-friends, remember? We've always been able to tell each other everything and I trust you with my life. I'd like to think we could be as close as we used to be."

Bulma missed the real intent behind his words. She was just that grateful to have someone to talk to. She didn't have any real friends outside of the Z Fighters or her parents, neither of them really great choices as confidants to her newly awakened sexuality. She had missed her chats with Yamcha and the guys, having resigned herself to losing them for good, once her affair with the Saiyan Prince went public.

Bulma squeezed his hand, giving him a bright smile full of gratitude. "You have no idea what this means to me Yamcha. I was so afraid you hated me- "

"I could never hate you Bulma…"

"I thought our friendship was over the night of the Benefit. You looked so hurt-"

"I was hurt, but I'm over it now. We're friends for life Babe…we've been through too much together…"

"Oh wow…Yamcha…you're the best!" she said with an affectionate smile.

"I know it Babe!" Yamcha said with a grin.

"I'm so glad you finally came to terms with my love for Vegeta. I had hoped one day you could see him the way I do…then you would understand. He is so different when we are alone together; he actually lets his guard down a little," she gushed. Her eyes took on a dreamy state at the thought of her naughty Saiyan lover.

" I'm beginning to see the man he might have become if not for Frieza's intervention. And what a man! I swear I've never met anyone like him! He's sexy, funny and smart! He's seen so much in his life…technology I never even dreamed existed and he's willing to share it all with me and only me! Of course…we haven't done much work in the lab…we can't seem to keep our hands off of each other. I haven't had this much sex since…well…I've never had this much sex…"

"WHAT?" exclaimed Yamcha loud enough to draw the attention of several near-by restaurant patrons. "You two are still together!" It wasn't a question, but the disbelief in his voice was evident.

Bulma was immediately confused, "Of course we're still together Yamcha. Why would you think otherwise?"

Yamcha pulled his hand away from Bulma's, clenching his fists in a futile attempt to disguise his chagrin. "Call me crazy, but I just figured the little prick would have tired of you the moment he got his rocks off! You aren't the easiest person to get along with, ya' know!"

The heiress narrowed her eyes menacingly at her former flame. "What exactly are you implying Yamcha?"

Yamcha shrugged his shoulders, "I'm not implying anything Bulma. I'm just telling the truth…you're high-maintenance with a Capital H!"

He felt empowered by his candor, ten long years as Bulma's whipping boy could do that to a man-that and a healthy dose of wounded ego. He watched with a smug smile as she sputtered her outrage.

"I…I'm…I am NOT…"

"Yes- yes you are Bulma. I tried my best to please you, but my best was never good enough. Was it? You were always ready and willing to point out my inadequacies as a man, never once willing to look at your own faults. Yes…I cheated on you and I know in your eyes I will always be an unfaithful bastard. But ask yourself this…what was it that sent me into the welcome arms of other women?"

Slowly regaining her composure she shot the Earthling fighter a baleful glare. Instigating a public shouting match would only aggravate the situation, so she tempered her rising anger before responding. The entire purpose behind the meeting flashed through her mind as she considered her rebuttal. She couldn't just sit there and allow Yamcha to add insult to injury so in as level a voice as she could muster she queried, "Oh let me guess…did it have anything to do with my being frigid in bed?"

Unable to meet her eyes, Yamcha found solace in the food on his plate. He was incredibly aware of her scrutinizing stare as he toyed with some uneaten green beans. "I stopped sleeping with you the day I found out you were screwing other women behind my back," she said finally cutting into the silence.

Yamcha dropped his fork, allowing it to clatter noisily on the china plate. "No…you stopped sleeping with me because you thought you could control me with sex. As long as I obeyed you and catered to your every whim and desire, I was welcome in your bed and if I didn't…then you made your unhappiness abundantly clear. For years I put up with your insults and temper tantrums, wondering if I would ever be good enough for the cock-teasing Capsule Corp Princess."

He waited for her to respond and was surprised when she held her tongue. It appeared she was restraining her famous temper with visible effort. He knew from the blazing fury in her eyes that he would probably be carrying his balls home in a doggie bag. In an attempt to lessen her anger he leaned forward and lowered his voice to detract any further unwanted attention. " One day I realized that I just didn't care anymore! I didn't need you or your control issues. I had my own money and plenty of women offering their bodies to me with no strings attached. Is it any wonder that I cheated on you? My only regret is that I hurt you. I should have been man enough to make a clean break."

Bulma simmered over his words. Oh she knew how difficult she could be, but she never imagined he would place her as solely responsible for his past infidelities. His accusation deeply offended her, but she was resigned to complete her mission; to repair the damage inflicted by her public speech and to remove Yamcha from her personal life once and for all.

"Yamcha," she said choosing her words carefully, "I appreciate your insightful look into our past, but I didn't ask you here tonight to rehash our old love affair. I have a job proposition for you and if you look over these papers you will see the offer is quite lucrative," she said as she pulled some contracts from her briefcase. She handed them roughly across the table, her hand shaking with restrained anger.

Yamcha stared at her for a few agonizing seconds and then accepted the pages. He placed them on the table, not bothering to glance at them. His conversation would not be diverted with a Capsule Corp bribe. He was fully prepared to have his say, damn the consequences.

"You're not going to consider my offer?' she asked incredulously. His eyes stayed locked with hers and contained seriousness not usually associated with the fighter's usual surfer-dude persona.

"I'll look them over later Bulma…right now I want you to understand something…I may not have been the world's best boyfriend, but I want to make it up to you right now by being a good friend. The things I said about us…the reasons why I cheated on you…I didn't say them to be cruel…"

Bulma blinked back her emotions as she scooped up her briefcase. "Oh…I don't consider being called a 'cock-teaser' cruel at all. In fact, I find it friggen' hilarious! Now if you will excuse me, I am too tired to continue this conversation any further. Have your lawyers contact mine and please just stay out of my life from now on!"

Yamcha leaped out of his seat and grabbed her arm. His face filled with concern and shame. "I can live with being a total bastard in your eyes, I deserve that much. But I cannot allow you to waste your life pining away for a man that will never love you. I want you to be happy Bulma…Vegeta will never live up to your expectations. He doesn't have it in him."

Bulma shot her ex-lover a lethal glare and pulled her arm from his grasp. "Vegeta makes me very happy, Yamcha. And why should you care anyway? You just got through with telling me how incredibly horrible I am. In fact I'm wondering why you proposed the other night. Was it out of some outdated act of chivalry or are you seriously that much of a masochist when it comes to Vegeta?"

"I asked you to marry me because in spite of everything we have been through in our lives, I still love you," he said quietly. He was relieved when she made no further move to leave the table. He could tell she was seconds away from crying however and he knew her well enough to know she would never show such weakness in front of him, especially after all that had been said.

"I can't change the past but I can affect the future," he continued. "Put aside your stubborn pride for once and think about what happens once Vegeta reaches Super Saiyan…do think a man with his ego will settle for a mediocre life on Earth? Or will you leave everything behind to go 'Bonnie and Clyde-ing' your way across the Universe?"

Bulma shook her head angrily. Yamcha had all but used up any last threads of friend-ship and was seriously courting a slap to the face. She was beyond caring what sort of scene she would cause in doing so…she just wanted this display to end. Rather than use her hand to do damage, she decided to use her words.

"Little do you know Yamcha, Vegeta and I have already discussed this matter, he is perfectly content to remain here on Earth after the fight with the androids. He doesn't want to be alone anymore, that part of his life died with his bad self on Namek. Now he just wants to prove his worth…to himself and to Goku. He could have taken off at anytime to gather the dragon balls and wish for immortality, but he's not looking for the easy way out anymore than he's looking for galactic domination!" she said with false authority.

The fact was she had never discussed anything of the sort with the Saiyan Prince. Conversation with Vegeta was impossible with his soft sensual lips constantly demanding attention. She had yet to find a voice during their wild make-out sessions. His mouth, his voice, his hands all melted her into a mind-numbing trance of pagan pleasure.

Bulma shivered just thinking of his talents and resolved to end this comedy of errors. She rose quickly from the table to take her leave, biting her bottom lip to prevent any further ugly words from spilling out of her mouth. She was still fighting back tears, but her pride demanded she contain her emotions and keep her composure.

"He'll never defeat Goku; you know that as well as I do. He'll blame you for his failure…especially if he doesn't find the key to the transformation…he will blame you and hate you for distracting his training. Vegeta is not man enough to admit his own faults, he only knows hate and destruction and that is exactly what he will do…he'll despise you and then he will annihilate you!" Yamcha called out after her.

Bulma stopped in mid-stride, aware that every person in the room was now staring at her. She raised her chin with dignity and turned to face her former lover, allowing him to see the defiance in her watery blue gaze. "I don't care what happens in the future Yamcha. I only care about what Vegeta and I have now…I love him and I am going to do everything in my power to keep him by my side…no matter what it takes!"

And with that final resolution made public, Bulma Briefs fled the restaurant, the mocking smiles of her high society peers and the tattered remnants of her friendship with the Earthling fighter.

The long hot bath had done it's job as Bulma emerged feeling both refreshed and in better spirits. Her anger had calmed and her practical mind had used the relaxing soak to take reflect upon her life both past and present. Yamcha's revelations on their past relationship had been a stinging reminder of her former selfish behavior, but ever the pragmatist Bulma had resolved to use her failures of history to ensure success with her current love affair with Vegeta.

She toweled off her damp body and moisturized with an expensive strawberry scented lotion. Nothing Yamcha said had been too shocking, she was self-deprecating enough to realize her faults. Her entire life had one focus, her own happiness. She had left home in search of adventure, paying little mind to the worries of her parents and her life had never been the same. Meeting Goku had shaved off a slight edge of her abrasive personality and the following years had served to cause a slow change from spoiled heiress to the woman she today had evolved into.

She gave her face a long inquiring look in the mirror. Had she really changed? Her trip to Namek had been a dangerous, desolate and terrifying experience. She had looked death in the eye too many times during those long months not to mature. Hell…she still had nightmares, not that she would ever admit the reoccurring visions. She had emerged relatively unscathed, unlike poor Krillen or Vegeta. They had both been murdered by the Ice-jin; she had only been left alone ignorant of the life or death battles her friends had faced.

There had been the matter of body swapping with Ginyu and that been horrible enough to cause a lifetime of night terrors. She was forever indebted to Gohan and Krillen for discovering her plight and rescuing her from a life of eating flies and getting porked from behind by ugly bullfrogs.

She had learned a valuable lesson of loyalty and faith. This evening had been another chance of redemption, not to repair her broken relationship with Yamcha (as the fighter had hoped), but to build the foundation for a lifetime with her Saiyan Prince.

Bulma pulled on her blue silk robe and tied it shut. She gave her reflection a serious nod telling herself she could go forward with her plan. For the first time in her life Bulma was going to try and do the right thing. She wanted a future with Vegeta and to ensure he accomplished his dream of becoming Legendary, she would release him from the sexual bonds of their relationship.

"How does that old saying go?' she said quietly to herself. If you love someone, set him or her free.

She was going to set Vegeta free…free to train and become stronger. And when he ascended and if he still wanted to be with her, then he could make that decision.

"I can't live with his hate and resentment and that is exactly what he will do if I divert his purpose," she told herself before she opened the door. "Be strong Bulma. He will respect you more for this in the end. He deserves this chance to be happy!"

She decided to go right to bed and if the amorous Saiyan came sniffing around for sex, then she would hold him off with a feigned headache. Tomorrow she would sit him down and explain her desire to cool things down. She was positive he would understand and agree to the break, after all, the sooner he reached Super Saiyan the better off they both would be.

With that reassuring thought she reached out and turned the doorknob, opening the door to make a hasty retreat to her bedroom.

Bulma's plan deflated faster than an untied balloon, for waiting outside the door was Mr. Prince of All Saiyans himself! He was leaning casually against the wall opposite the bathroom door, arms crossed and annoyance furrowing his brows.

"I was beginning to think you had drowned in there woman," he said drolly. ""I was just about to come in and offer you some mouth to mouth resuscitation."

Bulma's gasped in surprise. She had planned on scampering into her room, but instead found herself crashing into Vegeta's rock solid body. He scooped her readily into his arms to prevent her falling gracelessly to the floor and grinned.

"I take it you missed me?" he rasped as he held her close, enjoying her tantalizing berry fresh scent. "I missed you too," he groaned as he buried his face in her wet hair. He wondered how any female could be so ripe and smell so delicious. His groin tightened as he enjoyed the feel of her body pressed up against his. He let his hands wander over the thin silky robe, knowing the flesh underneath to be even softer and more sinful.

He had thought about her all day, the lingering memories of their last frantic coupling still fresh in his mind. He had pushed his training to new levels, desperate to wrap up his days work in order to bury himself deep within the blue haired goddess.

He slid his hands under her robe and cupped her bottom pulling her thighs flush against his erection. "I want you Bulma…right now…by the Gods I want you!" he murmured as his mouth found hers. He kissed her hungrily, holding her close with one hand and freeing hid hardened member from the confines of spandex with the other.

He turned so Bulma's back pressed against the wall and began a passionate assault on her neck, nudging her legs apart to give him access to her wet entrance.

Bulma moaned and fought the overwhelming lust consuming her body. She was a fool to think abstinence with the passionate Prince would be easy, but she could still think somewhat rationally and she could still speak…well maybe she could still speak. Her brain was easily succumbing to the skillful ministrations of Vegeta's mouth and her body was melting faster than butter.

"Vegeta…stop…. we can't do this," she panted as she felt his hips thrust forward. She pushed her hands against his chest, to lever him away enough to regain control.

"Vegeta…please stop. I don't want you to hate me," she pleaded.

He ignored her request, pulling open the robe to free her magnificent breasts. "I am far from hating you Bulma. In fact…. I'm actually quite fond of you and your beautiful body." He hitched her up so her chest was level with his mouth and he showered the exquisite globes with as much ardent affection as he had shown her mouth.

Bulma suppressed an eager moan as he suckled. Her body rebelled against her mind as her back arched in encouragement to the Saiyan's oral ministrations. Her brain fought against the rushing tide of pleasure as an inner voice objected to her easy submission.

In the end it was fear that catapulted her decision to push Vegeta away. Her clever mind flashed an eerie image of the Saiyan Prince full of hostility for being his weakness, the sole cause of his failures.

She cupped his face with her hands and tilted it away from her breasts, into her line of vision. His face was a heavy mask of frustration and she knew his patience with her was running thin. She was going to have to do some fast-talking to dissuade his volatile temper.

"Vegeta, we have to talk…"

The moody Saiyan looked into the serious gaze of his Earthling lover and immediately understood that if he wanted to get any action tonight, he would have to let the woman have her say. With a quiet nod, he assented and lowered her small form to the ground.

"Make it quick Bulma," he growled. He was as horny as hell and her refusal to bed him was making him cranky. The only thing saving her from a verbal lashing was the fact that this was the first (and only-if he had his way!) time she had turned him away from sex.

She took his hand and gave him a gentle pull towards the kitchen. Once there she busied herself with pouring two glasses of wine, more for her own benefit than his. She needed all of the liquid courage she could gather to combat the intensity of his inquisitive stare.

She sat down and drained her wine in two gulps, much to the amusement of Vegeta, who refilled her glass with double the contents.

"You had something you wanted to talk about?" he asked setting the bottle on the table.

"Yes…I have reason to believe my presence in this house is a deterrent to your training. I think we need to take a break, sexually… until you reach the level of Super Saiyan," she announced. She had hoped adding a level of scientific theory would grab his attention.

His immediate sharp bark of laughter told her she had grabbed his attention all right, but the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth told her he did not share her opinion of much needed abstinence.

"Do you have any data to back your theory?" her parried. He watched her as he casually sipped his wine. He liked the indignant flash of her beautiful blue eyes in reaction to his mirth.

"No…" she sputtered, "My findings are based entirely on the judgment of a third party. Apparently I have some serious character flaws that inhibit my ability to remain a positive force in your life."

He leaned back against the kitchen counter and calmly listened to the woman babble about some ridiculous list of reasons as to why he should avoid sleeping with her. Bulma's change in attitude would have come as a complete surprise (after all she was almost as arrogant and conceited as he) if he had not already guessed whom this mysterious third party was.

"Yamcha! That stupid fucker continues to interfere in our life," he thought venomously. Bulma had dined with the idiot Earthling earlier this evening and Vegeta had little doubt this crazed confession of inadequacies had stemmed from some begotten plan by her former paramour.

He frowned as she rattled off her less beguiling traits and watched the shame radiating from her aqua blue eyes as she did so.

He caught key words- controlling, bossy, selfish, high maintenance…they were all words that could perfectly describe himself. They were also key qualities that had attracted him to the lovely heiress in the first place.

He liked her confident nature; she was a rare flower in a field of weeds. No woman had ever consumed him so fully and completely. A lifetime bedding mindless whores and soulless concubines had left him unfulfilled and bitter. He now had this creature of such vast intelligence, bravery and beauty, he would be damned if he would let he go so easily. Not tonight…not ever.

"…And eventually I will use sex as a weapon against you too. I'm a terrible girlfriend, who will distract you from training and slow your evolution to Super Saiyan," Bulma finished valiantly. She wasn't sure of Vegeta's reaction to her admission, he had thus far remained silent and impassive as she spoke. She hoped he would see her logic not as rejection but as a true sacrifice of love.

She held her breath expectantly as he deliberated, furrowing his heavy brows in concentration. Bulma found herself studying his face for any clue of his thoughts. Was he angry or was he feeling relief to be finally rid of the binding ties of a relationship? Vegeta's silence was making her nervous and she was beginning to feel slightly dizzy from lack of oxygen.

Silent seconds dragged on and on. Unable to bear the suspense a moment longer, Bulma blurted out, "What are you thinking Vegeta?"

The Saiyan Prince finished his glass of wine and placed the delicate crystal on the counter. "I think," he said finally, "that I have seriously misjudged the Weakling. He was unable to convince you to turn against me, so he turned you against yourself. It's a brilliant maneuver and you were gullible enough to fall for his tactics. I am not as naïve and trusting as you, however. So I guess it will be up to me to put a stop to this nonsense once and for all."

Bulma's heart began to hammer as he slowly advanced upon her, his smoldering black eyes sending her an advanced warning on his lustful intentions

Instinct and panic kicked in as she unsuccessfully tried to scramble out of her seat. Her movement, both hasty and clumsy, thwarted her escape and sent both body and chair tumbling backwards.

She braced herself for the jarring impact but was surprised as Vegeta lifted her easily into his arms as the wood clattered to the floor.

"Vegeta…" she gasped. "You weren't listening…"

"I was listening and believe me when I say I have heard enough. Now it is my turn to speak and you will give me the same courtesy I gave you, yes?" he growled as he carried her from the kitchen into his bedroom.

Bulma nodded mutely. She gave up the pretense of struggle. It would have been useless anyway. Vegeta's arms were like two bands of steel and his hold would not loosen until he had her compliance.

He strode purposefully into his room and kicked the door shut behind them. Once inside he placed her on the bed and ordered her to turn on the bedside lamp.

Bulma fumbled in the dark for an eternity before finding the light. She flicked the switch and turned her attention back to Vegeta, who stood guard in front of the door, her only means of escape.

He stood arms crossed; deliberating as to what the Hell he was going to say. His main purpose had been to get the Woman into his bedroom. Carrying her bodily into the room had been easy enough, now to talk her into having sex with him…

Bulma sat down on the bed, folded her hands demurely in her lap and prayed Vegeta would stay just where he was, away from her and away from the bed.

She knew she was too weak to resist his touch; their encounter in the hallway a few minutes ago had been a true testament to her lack of will power. Her only defense now was to try and convince the sexy Saiyan that she had no further interest in continuing their sexual escapades. Summoning up her courage she gave him a direct look in the eye and said, "Vegeta…please do not be angry with me. I am only trying to do what is best for you."

"No…no you are not," he argued as he sauntered towards her. "You are simply doing what that half-wit manipulated you into thinking what is best for me. But tell me this Bulma…do you honestly believe a relationship with you will distract me from my goal?"

He was so close to her now, close enough that when she stood up from the bed their noses nearly touched. She looked into his depthless eyes and nodded. "Yes, I do… I want you Vegeta," she said softly. "But not enough to destroy your dreams."

"Do you think me a lesser man than Kakarott?" he asked her suddenly. She shook her head in negation and he continued, "That third class clown has a woman and he is a Super Saiyan. If that idiot can handle both than so can I!""

Vegeta leaned forward and captured Bulma's mouth in an urgent kiss. It seemed as if the woman would give in to the erupting passion, but to the Prince's frustration, she pulled away.

"No Vegeta, what we have is different than with what Goku has with Chi Chi. She's…"

The Saiyan chuckled as he nudged his beautiful lover down onto the bed. "She's what Bulma… controlling, bossy, selfish, high maintenance? Aren't they the very words you just used to describe yourself? If you are any of those things, then Kakarott's mate is all of those to the tenth degree!"

He pressed his body full into the lush curves of the blue-haired goddess. He wanted her to feel his arousal, the inconceivable passion she effortlessly stirred within him.

"Saiyan men like their women to be challenging and you my dear are a fantastic challenge," he murmured.

Bulma moaned as he ground his erection against her. He felt so good, so perfect when he was on top of her like this. She inhaled a heady dose of his masculine scent and shivered as he began a trail of kisses down her neck.

"No," she gasped squirming to restrict his access. "She is his wife and he loves her. That is the difference…they have a life together…we have lust…"

Unable to continue his assault on Bulma's neck, Vegeta instead began to trace the outline of Bulma's lips with a delicate caress of his fingertips. He felt the woman stiffen and then relax under his gentle touch. It was almost enough to make his disciplined willpower vanish.

"Define love," he whispered.

She sighed as his hand moved up to her cheek, his thumb gliding tender circles on her skin. "Love is an intense attraction for another…"

"Oh…I am very attracted to you," he said hoarsely. His free hand had traveled down to pull her robe open to reveal the milky white breasts previously hidden.

Bulma groaned as both hands played ardent worship on her soft mounds.

"Love is a spiritual connection between two people…"

"And my spirit would very much like to connect with yours," he said urging her legs apart. Despite the woman's many protests, her body was hot, wet and eager for him.

"Love is over-looking one another's faults…

Vegeta reared up to remove his shirt and pull off his shorts. "Your faults match my own, but as far as I am concerned we are both flawless," he growled.

"Love is forever…"

Bulma released a gasp of pure pleasure as his fingers found her heated entrance.

"I've tasted you… I've touched you… I've been deep inside you. Your body is pure heaven…a paradise that I want to enjoy… forever," he said as he crushed his mouth upon hers.

An electrifying force created by their contact engulfed the two lovers; Bulma eagerly returned his kiss with a crazed fervor. "I guess we have love too, then?" she gasped as entered her with a deep thrust.

"We have each other woman, that's all we need. No more outside interference, no more noble sacrifices…what goes on between us is no one else's business. Promise me Bulma…"

Bulma screamed as he plowed her body thoroughly, sending her over the edge of forever and beyond. She gave him her promise and he in turn gave her his love.